Quotes About Isolation

Soledad es tener sólo destino humano.

Soledad es tener sólo destino humano. Y soledad es no necesitar. No necesitar deja a un hombre muy solo, totalmente solo.

And that was what I felt when reading your book: that solitude." "Imagine the solitude of the person who wrote it.

And even though I'd gone into the room, I seemed to have gone into nothing. Even once inside it, I was still somehow outside. As if the room weren't deep enough to hold me and I had to leave pieces of myself in the hallway, in the worst rejection to which I'd ever fallen victim: I didn't fit.

E ninguém é eu. E ninguém é você. Esta é a solidão.

Ouvira na Rádio Relógio que havia sete bilhões de pessoas no mundo. Ela se sentia perdida. Mas com a tendência que tinha para ser feliz logo se consolou: havia sete bilhões de pessoas para ajudá-la.

I am always remote from myself, I am unreachable to myself just as a star is unreachable to me. I contort myself to be able to touch the present time that surrounds me, but I remain remote in relation to this very instant itself. The future, God help me, is closer to me than the present instant.

No. It's not easy. But it "is." I ate my own placenta so as not to have to eat for four days. To have milk to give you. Milk is a "this." And no one is I. No one is you. That is what solitude is.

Yes, she would explain to neither of them that everything was slowly changing... That she had put away her smile like one who has finally turned off the lamp and decided to go to bed. Now no living thing was allowed in her inner self, merging into it. The way she related to people was becoming increasingly different to the way she related to herself.

In spite of sheer concentration and every effort of will power, Byrd could not avoid the terrible evenness and loneliness of silence.

I could never again see the evening sun fading into oblivion without feeling lonely.

Waiting for someone to rescue him from abandment. Waiting. There was no one.

Waiting for someone to rescue him from abandonment. Waiting. There was no one.

Kültürlerin çeÅŸitliliÄŸi insan topluluklar?n?n birbirinden yal?t?lmas?ndan çok, onlar? birleÅŸtiren iliÅŸkilere baÄŸl?d?r.

But I'm exhausted, finally, by this mob within me that keeps me from being myself. I suppose one feels the need to be alone in order to grow old and die.

His sad expression, now, that isolates Irene and me, destroying the universe around us. It's his turn to envy me, twenty years after those days when the beauty, elegance and notoriety of his mistresses gave him, in my eyes, a painful prestige. The apparent modesty of my triumph doesn't at all diminish its cruelty. I feel almost happy over the sufferings of this man. His solitude wins me from my own.

I know the dark delight of being strange, The penalty of difference in the crowd, The loneliness of wisdom among fools...

No one but myself knows the anxiety I go through and the trouble I give myself…

La soledad es un estado interior que puede practicarse, incluso, estando con otra gente, cree.

Ser un solitario es algo constitutivo, una forma de ser, algo que no suele cambiar con el paso del tiempo ni con que se llene la casa de gente.

What's left of you when your arm can't even put on a jacket and your leg can't even take a step and your neck can't straighten up enough to let you show your face to the world, what's left? Are you your brain, which keeps sending out orders that won't be fol- lowed? Or are you the thought itself, something that can't be seen or touched beyond that furrowed organ guarded inside the cranium like a trove?

Nobody notices, only you've known, you're not sick, not crazy, not angry, not sad-- It's just this, you're injured.

Leaving the day to itself, you close the door behind you and pour a bowl of cereal, then another, and would a third if you didn't interrupt yourself with the statement - you aren't hungry. Appetite won't attach you to anything no matter how depleted you feel.

He said, I don't know what the water wanted. It wanted to show you no one would come.